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To Mrs. Brown, our constant guide and as'
sistant through these last years of high school,
the Senior Class wishes to dedicate the 1946
edition of the Tattler in appreciation of her
good sportsmanship shown on our Class trip,
her good judgment used as our home room
teacher, and her ability as a leader.
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Editor-in-Chief, Cora Louise Warner
Assistant Editor, Doris Graves
Business Manager, Russell Loomis
Literary Editor, Floyd Merritt
Assistant Literary Editor, Viola Fraser
Jokes and Art Editor, Robert Dana
Alumni Editor, Sue Crone
Assistant Alumni Editor, Helen Sylvester
Sports Editor, Marshall Warner
Exchange Editor, Ruth Bowker
Faculty Advisor, Mrs. Thornton
Senior Class Pictures . . . . ■ . 4
Honor Orations ....... 8
Class Will 14
Class History ....... 15
Class Grinds 16
Seniorscope ........ 17
Song Hits 17
Class Prophecy ....... 13
Class of '49 18
Class of '48 19
Class of '47 20
Informals ........ 23
Literary ........ 24
Tattler Staff 30
Review Staff 31
Forensic League ....... 32
Pro Merito 33
Cheer Leaders ....... 35
School Orchestra ....... 36
Alumni Notes 37
Autographs ........ 38
Advertisements ....... 39
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RUTH ELXOR BOWKER
Glee Club, 1-4; Forensic League, 3-4; School Paper, 3;
Girls' State, 3; Panel Discussion Mass. State, 4; State
Debate Tournament, 4; Dramatic Club, 4; Vice-Presi-
HATTIE MARION CLARK
Glee Club, 1-4; Prom Committee, 3; Victory Corps, 2;
Review, 4; Dramatic Club, 4.
Pro Merito, 3-4; Glee Club, 1-2-3-4; Treasurer of Class,
3-4; Review, 3; Secretary of Class, 3-4; Tattler, 4.
ROBERT PATRICK DANA
Class President, 4; Baseball, 2-4; Basketball, 3-4; Foren-
sic League, 3-4; Mass. State Panel Discussion, 4; Tattler,
3-4; Boys' State, 3; Shrewsbury State Debate, 4.
RICHARD HERBERT DANIELS
Orchestra, 2-3-4; Glee Club, 1-2-3-4; Review, 3-4; Basket-
ball, 3; Baseball, 3; Vice-President, 2.
ALICE ANN GOLASH
Glee Club, 4; Prom Committee, 3; Review, 4; Food Sale, 4
SHIRLEY MAE HATHAWAY
Historian, 1-2-4; Glee Club, 1-4; Tattler Staff, 3; Prom
Committee, 3; Victory Corps, 3; Dramatic Club, 4; Pro
Merito, 3-4; Review Staff, 4.
ELIZABETH IRENE KULASH
Victory Corps, 1; Prom Committee, 3; Review Staff, 4;
Cheer Leader, 4.
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RUSSELL YERDINE LOOMIS
Student Council, 1; Glee Club, 1-2-3-4; Baseball, 2-4;
Basketball, 3; Review Staff. 3-4; Tattler. 4.
HELEN MOORE SYLVESTER
Glee Club, 1-2-3-4; Victory Corps, 1; Inkspot. 2-3; His-
torian, 3; Pro Merito, 3-4; D. A. R., 4; Tattler Staff, 4;
Chairman of Victory Clothing Drive, 4; American Legion
Oration Contest, 4; Prom Committee, 3; Essay Contest, 4.
CORA LOUISE WARNER
Glee Club, 4; Prom Committee 3; Dramatic Club, 4;
Editor of Tattler, 4; Assistant Editor of Tattler, 3;
Secretary of Class, 1.
MARSHALL CLYDE WARNER
Basketball, 1-2-3-4; Baseball, 1-2-4; Class President, 1;
Tattler Staff, 4; Glee Club, 1-2-3-4.
SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS
SECRETARY & TREASURER
GRADUATION NIGHT ORATIONS
Development of the U. S. Sue Crone
The United States Today Helen Sylvester
The United States in the Future Shirley Hathaway
CLASS MOTTO— The Door to Success is Labeled Push
COLORS— Blue and White
CLASS GIFT— Microscopic Repairs
* HELEN SYLVESTER
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
OF THE UNITED STATES
Picture to yourself a wide turbulent
river — in some places not as deep and
treacherous as others but none the less
dangerous for its seeming peacefulness. On
one bank of this river is the United States
as it was in 1781 just after the Revolu-
tionary War. What is to become of it no
one knows. The countries of the world are
a dissatisfied group. Some are hungry for
power — others are just plain hungry. On
the opposite bank is Utopia. Here every
nation is satisfied and happy with perfect
laws and perfect unification. To cross the
river seems simple for there are stepping
stones within easy proximity all the way.
but there is one catch — some of the stones
will not bear up under so great a load.
In 1793 the United States plunged in and
placed her foot firmly upon the first stone.
The name of this stone was Isolationism.
At first it appeared that it would bear up
under the strain, but soon the United States
felt itself slowly sinking. It seemed that
the neutrality George Washington had
prescribed was an unattainable drug.
France wanted help in return for her favor
during the Revolution. England wanted us
to keep out of the British West Indies.
The Mississippi was made forbidden terri-
tory. Our sailors were being seized, and
their rights as United States citizens were
being trampled upon. Still we hung on and
tried to strengthen our foothold on Isola-
tionism with the Monroe Doctrine, but in
the end we saw that it was a losing battle.
so we stumbled on to the next step named
Small wonder that the distrust and sus-
picion that we aroused in the world by this
choice did not end our little expedition,
small wonder we did not fall in and
drown with the disfavor we won from the
countries to the south of us. Spain and
the Philippines. The other countries of the
world had watched us expand from the
Atlantic to the Pacific. They had seen
us buy Alaska. They had seen how we in-
terfered with the business of the entire
Western Hemisphere. They had watched us
take the Philippines, Hawaii and Cuba, and
they had begun to wonder. Was the United
States merely protecting herself from possi-
ble trouble-makers as she said? True — the
occupation of any of the countries to the
south of her by strong foreign nations
could cause trouble, but then, too, she could
be doing this expanding by a premeditated
wide-spread plan for purely selfish reasons.
The United States lost much of its prestige
as a generous peaceful democratic nation
during this period.
During all of this time the United States
was changing inside her own boundaries.
Some inner struggles were preventing her
from advancing towards Utopia. The Civil
War temporarily held up our progress. In
the end, however, the freeing of the slaves
took us a long way towards reaching a
perfect democracy. Another turmoil which
as yet has not been solved and therefore
still hinders our progress was the agitation
between the farmers and industry. As the
manufacturers became richer, the farmers
became poorer. Certainly this condition will
never breed peace and unity in our country,
and until we are united within our own land
we cannot hope to have a united world.
Politics became an important question. The
good of the people was and is no longer the
main object of our congressmen and other
governmental officers. More important to
them became money received, power, and
their re-election. Often these three inter-
fered greatly with the legislation passed
especially just before election time. Our
government became more and more cor-
rupt and these conditions will remain until
the people decide to change them.
Although internally we were not pro-
gressing we were making spme headway
with foreign affairs. We were now firmly
planted on the step named Co-operation.
We tried hard to make amends with our
southern neighbors. Friendly relations with
all foreign countries became the cry. We
sponsored good-will programs and confer-
ences. We invited South America to these
meetings and formed unions — but it took
a lot of time and patience to undo the dis-
favor we had earned under our imperial-
istic trend. The Czar of Russia planned the
Hague Conference and invited all of the
leading powers to attend. This helped a
great deal in straightening out many of
the quarrels in the world and it helped our
unity idea, but it could have turned out a
lot better than it did if the United States
had given her whole-hearted support.
It seems strange that we did not, for
we claimed to be the most peace-loving
nation in the world, yet we just could not
seem to be able to hand over our support to
help these peace measures. It was simply
that we were too jealous of our power — too
afraid that we might lose some of it.
You may be thinking by now that the
United States was the only one crossing
this river. Well, she wasn't. All the coun-
tries of the world were struggling over, but
one of the more noticeable was Germany.
Of course, the Germans' idea of Utopia
was far different from ours. Their idea of
a perfect world was to have everyone sub-
ject to their will. Throughout their history
were three prominent repetitive periods.
First a mammoth growth of power, a war,
and then humble submission. Yes, after
each war Germany has lost, she has prom-
ised to behave. But has she? No, and she
never will until we learn not to believe her,
or maybe it's just that we want to believe
her. We must keep her in hand instead of
letting her do as she wishes. Not until we
all unite for a common good can we hope
to quench Germany and all other countries
like her. Each time that the nations of the
world have tried to join together for pro-
tection against such a war as we have just
experienced, we have refused to give our
complete support. Before the first World
War the United States refused to back
up the Hague Conference and after
the war she would not join the League of
Nations. Even today she will not be as an
equal to all other nations in the United
Nations Organization for she, Great
Britain, Russia, China and France have the
power to veto anything they don't want
passed in the Security Council regardless
of the wishes of the smaller nations.
We have two major steps left to reach
Utopia. Two that must be found before we
shall attain our goal. The first is unity and
equality within our own boundaries. The
other is good-will and peace among all of
the nations of the world. We have come a
long way — some even believe that we are,
or practically are, climbing up the further
bank — but really we still have a long hard
struggle in front of us. We must erase
racial and religious prejudice, hunger and
want from the entire world — firs tat home
here in the United States and then find
some way of helping the rest of the nations
to do the same. Ihis means putting our
ideas across to people who have no com-
prehension of the words democracy, peace
and freedom. This will prove to be a hard
and tedious task unless it has the full sup-
port of everyone in our country. We are
lucky, for we are nearer to Utopia than any
other country, but we will never reach there
alone. We must have every country in the
world with us before we can obtain a last-
THE UNITED STATES TODAY
The story that you have just heard of
the history and development of the United
States should make every American breast
swell with pride. But as we look at our na-
tion today and realize the great turmoil it
is in, are we still proud? Do we still have
this feeling of pride toward a nation whose
people are constantly fighting between
themselves? During my talk I want you to
think about this question. The future of
this nation depends on its people — and you
and I are its people.
The United States is one of the largest
nations in the world, in population, area,
and wealth. Its people speak one language
and enjoy the privilege of self-government.
We govern ourselves by means of a com-
plicated machinery unlike that of any other
nation. Right now with President Truman
in office, people blame everything possible
on him. Even if he had done everything
right he would still be in trouble because
of a world of woe that he inherited. If we
stop to think for a while, the condition of
our country is no more his trouble than
our very own — yet still we accuse him of
being the cause of the various strikes
throughout the nation.
Let us consider the strikes for a moment-
There are hundreds of industries, large and
small, each strategic in its own way, where
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strikes are still a possibility. What do we
do about them ? Civilian Production Admin-
istrator John D. Small made a suggestion
a couple of months ago that everyone com-
pletely overlooked. He proposed a six-
months moratorium on all strikes. Maybe
it wasn't as insignificant as it seemed at
the time. How could we get a general
moratorium on all strikes? No strike can
be truly settled by law or presidential de-
cree, so it must be the people themselves
who must look for and eventually find the
solution. Labor leaders, employers and
workers who strike should stop and con-
sider for a moment just how much good it
is doing their nation and themselves (if
any)! Professor Sumner Slichter of Har-
vard in the current "Atlantic Monthly"
points out that "not until 1948 will General
Motors workers be as well off as they would
have been had they not struck and had
they wordked steadily without any wage
increase whatsoever." The same thing, with
different time factors, applies to all the big
strikes of this year.
Are you proud of the nation that you
are pushing into corruption ? Better still —
are you proud of yourself? — an American
who is standing by watching on the side-
lines and doing nothing but talk and com-
plain about the way his country is run?
A couple of months ago, the "Big Four" —
Russia, Great Britain, France, and the
United States met in Moscow to draw up
peace treaties for the smaller defeated na-
tions of Europe. Nothing was definitely de-
cided at this meeting except the date and
time for the next meeting. The United
States is also one of the Big Five in the
United Nations. This definitely proves that
she can no longer pretend or even try to
keep the policy of isolatioonism that she
has had for so many years. The American
people at the end of World War II thought
that since they had given so many dollars
and lives they would now automatically
have peace. The atomic bomb has changed
the minds of a few, but the majority still
believe that we have at last conquered all
our enemies. Does the end of the war make
you feel that now your nation can live
independently and let the rest of the world
go its way? I certainly hope not because
if that were your feeling how soon we
would be thrust into another and more dis-
There is a popular song with the title,
"I Know a Little Bit About a Lot of Things,
But I Don't Know Enough About You."
That could very easily be used to symbolize
the relationship of an American with his
country. How little we actually do know
about our country. True, most of us read
the papers and listen to the radio, but the
real activities of our government are us-
ually quite unclear. Since we ourselves
govern the country we live in, shouldn't it
be our duty to see that everything possible
is done to stop our nation from entering
If Germany ever makes the atomic bomb,
her flyers can carry it a few hundred miles
away no matter how many friendly gov-
ernments we have dominated in Europe and
no matter how many promises of help the
United States will have made. There is no
further security against invasions so long
as the stratosphere is a possible means of
There is only one kind of security that
will aid all people. It can only be achieved
by an abandonment of materialism and
selfishness in public policy. It requires the
doctrine that spiritual brotherhood super-
cedes all else. The only safety for the world
in this atomic age lies in the hearts and
minds of God-fearing men and women who
have learned to surrender to His will and
to rely on the security that comes from a
free conscience and an unselfish devotion to
the simple principles of Christian ethics.
Governments can write treaties and pledge
security but only free people with honest
leaders can assure peace.
The future of the United States depends
on its people and until they can decide for
themselves whether or not to engage in
organized murder, there can be no security
in the world.
If the United States today could develop
a world of peace and security, which I,
myself, have never experienced, the love
and homage we all have for the Land of
the Free and the Home of the Brave would
and could be increased.
HELEN SYLVESTER '46.
WHAT'S AHEAD FOR US
I am a citizen of the United States of
America. As long as I continue to live here
I will retain my citizenship — a citizenship
which gives me such rights as "freedom of
speech," "freedom from fear," "freedom of
religion," "of the press"; the same rights
as were laid down in the Declaration of
Independence — those being life, liberty, and
the pursuit of happiness. With these same
rights, old though they may be, I, and all
the graduates here tonight, and those over
all the country, are determined to form a
more compact America — ideal in every re-
It is the belief of many that there is no
use preparing for the future. With the
atomic bomb developed during World War
II, here will be no future — especially if this
object of devastation should get into the
hands of our enemies. Throughout the world
today flows the feeling of suspicion which
will, in the end, cause so much envy and
hatred that without the slightest doubt
there will be another war leading to the
utter depopulation of all the peoples on
earth. It is our greatest and utmost ambi-
tion to rid the world of this distrustful-
ness — and the United States is a good place
We call ourselves a democracy — taking
pride in being the greatest, most peaceful
democracy ever known — asking others to
find a pattern in our success. But are we ?
Days upon end we read of strikes for higher
wages, shorter working hours or some
unfairness that seems to be the employer's
fault — not the employee's. One of our great
problems is to find homes for the returned
veterans and ample jobs for them all. Situ-
ations like these are not always to be
blamed upon the government, as a govern-
ment, but on the people individually.
What makes a good, healthy government ?
The answer is people — people of sturdy
mind with enough intelligence and common
sense to carry out their allotted duties.
Today as always we have altogether too
much fraud in politics — people who are in
office for the sole purpose of making money
by illegally drawing it from the state or
national treasury or by overtaxing the
common people. One step for a better gov-
ernment is to remove this type of person
from office and put in an honest one. Of
course it is not for me to say who has the
brains and who has not! Neither is it up
to me to pick out one person and put
him in office.
There is no doubt in my mind that for
years to come the United States will stand
as she does now — four distinct sections.
There will always be a New England — the
conservatives they call us — steadfast in our
beliefs — strict in our way of life — devout,
hard-working people whose ambition it is
to farm the land that had belonged to our
forefathers. We are the proud owners of
one of the prettiest sections in America
and we have become renowned for our old-
fashioned square dances, our Boston Baked
Beans and Brown Bread. We are the center
of all American history with our antique
houses, forgotten old graveyards, but, too,
we are the base that our country was
Then we turn to the South; the radicals —
the demure little Southerners whose love
for luxury and society has made them
famous. Here we see the rolling cotton
fields with hundreds of Negroes swaying
to the tune of a spiritual — steamboats rock-
ing up the Mississippi — gracious old man-
sions where years before the halls had
resounded to the sweet minuets.
We come to the West — the pioneers,
free-and-easy people — loving the out-of-
doors. Here we think of the cowboys with
their acres of good ranch land, herds of
cattle, singing and lariat-swinging.
The Great Lakes region from whence
cometh our supplies of grain, harbors an-
other set of people. They are not heard of
so frequently but their love for our country
is just as great.
These are the people who make up the
United States of America — these and others
— the Kentucky mountaineers, the giant
lumbermen of the Maine backwoods, the
Lake Superior region; the Indians, the men
from Brooklyn, people of the Ozarks, com-
monly called hillbillies — the Rocky Moun-
taineers — the Mormons of Salt Lake City-
all of them. Without them there would be
no United States — no land of plenty — no
land of famous men and women whose in-
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ventions have startled the world; whose
demand for the "Rights of Man" has made
them one of the most intellectually great
nations of the world.
Someone once wrote: God made America
the melting pot of the world. He took the
Pole, the German, the Scotchman, the Ne-
gro, Chinaman, Indian, the Spaniard, Eng-
lishman, the Italian and out came the
We ought to be proud of our heritage,
but we certainly don't show it. What is
the matter with us? Are we like the
Romans in another respect, too; in that we
are too over-sure of ourselves and are hav-
ing a good time when we should be work-
ing? Are we riding for a fall?
We have the makings of a fine nation,
but the mold is too soft! Instead of being
the diligent, hard-working kind, humble
but proud people that our ancestors were,
we have sunk to the state of bickering,
arrogant, complaining people who find it
hard to get along in our own homes —
much less with our neighbors. We have
reached the point where we think there no
longer is need for union. Industry goes off
on its own — disregarding completely the
wishes and critical remarks of the rest of
Do you honestly believe we deserve the
praises that we bestow upon ourselves es-
pecially when such defects as "racial preju-
dices," "race riots," "strikes," "black mar-
ket," "juvenile delinquency" and "crime
waves" stand out so boldly for all to see.
What's ahead for us? To tell you frankly
— to me the future looks pretty dark. Some
nation must lead the world toward peace,
but how can it be us? In a recent edition
of the "Reader's Digest" Joseph Kennedy
says that peace is visualized as the end
product of progress. Are we progressing or
Out of the dimness of our very existence
there is one strong governing hand for which
we may grasp and to which we may cling.
Every day it is taught from the pulpit with
such forcible sayings as "Love thy neigh-
bor as thyself"— "I am the Way, the Truth,
and the Life" — "Do unto others as you
would have others do unto you" — the teach-
ings of the brotherhood of man. Here is our
great chance for a successful future, and we
calmly shun it — taking upon ourselves the
more petty duties of trying to form a world
government which has no foundation. Be-
fore we have a firm United Nations, we
must build up an understanding between
nations that will remove the causes of war;
we must make a union between capital and
labor; governments that are imperial must
learn to treat their colonies rightly with
prejudice banished forever. The only way
this can be accomplished is through univer-
salism. It may be a foolhardy idea but it
can be done. But I say, as long as men go
on pushing aside their very purpose in life,
that being to live in love and service, the
whole world will explode in its own evil
Our only hope for development in the
future lies solely in the people of today.
It depends entirely upon us whether we take
the lead in a peaceful world or are subject
to invasion by belligerent nations.
Our nation will be what we make it — it
will either be one of happiness and con-
tentment, love and peace — or it may be the
For everybody's sake, let's make it good,
so that some day we can sincerely say —
one nation, indivisible, with liberty and
justice for all.
SHIRLEY HATHAWAY '46.
I was working in Geneva as a sociologist
for the Department of Agriculture. The
department appointed me, being an expert
in this line, to take a census on the number
of people who eat potatoes three times a
Hopping on my uranium-powered pogo
stick I started on my tour of the world. My
first stop was in the land of rubies and
emeralds, India! Parking my pogo stick, I,
anxious for India's friccasied strawberries,
went into a dimly lit restaurant. I was
told by the waiter that no seats were avail-
able since a woman by the name of Alice
Golash was holding an annual banquet for
the employees of the Mub-a-mi India Ink
Export Firm. I thought for a moment the
name sounded familiar. I asked the waiter
if it was the Alice Golash who came from
the United States .When he said "Yes," I
waited for the moment to be able to speak
to an old classmate.
In came Alice with her many servants
following behind. I thought that her wealth
might have made her proud, but she was
the same as ever. "Why, Ruthy, how are
you?" — and so we talked for hours. I found
that Betty Kulash had taken a position as
a beautician in one of the chain stores
owned by none other than Cora Warner who
was married to a successful British busi-
After touring the rest of Asia I returned
to Geneva with my reports to await fur-
ther assignments. Looking through my per-
sonal mail I found a letter from Sue, whom
I hadn't seen for about twenty years, in-
viting me to spend some time with her the
next time I was in the United States. Being
head physician at the Mayo Clinic in Chi-
cago, Sue was now the tenth richest woman
in the United States. Sounded like the old
I received my orders to go to California
to continue my research work. Going
through Southern Germany on my way to
Bi - emen I saw a huge billboard in a field.
I pulled my pogo stick to a stop. With
astonishment I read that Marshall Warner
and his Jovial Joshers were playing at a
square dance in the local town hall. Mar-
shall was the prompter. I wanted very
much to hear a New England accent at a
Bavarian folk dance, but being a busy
woman, I found that it would take too
much of my time, so I jumped regretfully
on my pogo stick and pranced away to Bre-
men. From there I boarded a compressed
air operated helicopter that would take me
to England. When we were miles above
the channel, I became air-sick; consequently
I rang for the stewardess. When she walked
up to me and said, "May I be of assist-
ance," I was amazed to see Hattie Clark.
"Why, Hattie, the talks in aeronautics
class weren't so far-fetched after all!"
"I'll say not. Guess who is your pilot!"
I soon found out that my life was in the
hands of my old debating pal, Bob Dana.
Bob came into the passenger compartment
and we talked over old times about as exu-
berantly as we used to at Packard's.
When we landed in London I took the
royal suite at the Sheridan. After a lus-
cious meal I strolled down Trafalgar
Square where much to my pleasure I saw
Shirley Hathaway, now a teacher at Wil-
liamsburg High, who was escorting the
Class of 1960 on a world tour. London was
their last stop, and I was overjoyed to find
that Shirley and her erudite scholars would
accompany me on the boat trip home. After
a week's stay in London I packed my pogo
stick in my suitcase and we rode to South-
ampton where we took the liner S.S. Ruby.
That night the class, being utterly ex-
hausted, found the need for a good night's
sleep. After they were in bed, Shirley and I
went into the salon where a ship's party
was being held. We were startled if not
surprised to see Dick Daniels, who was the
captain of the boat. He told us that sea
duty kept him out of the troubles one so
often encounters on land, therefore he
planned to stay with this work for some
time to come. Again I had the pleasure of
talking for hours with old school chums.
Docking at New York I said good-bye to
Shirley and stayed at the Ritz Carlton.
One day while I was in Bonwit Teller's
sports department I was literally mowed
down by Helen Sylvester who was trying out
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her new roller skates that she needed at
the City Hospital where she was employed
as head nurse. She needed the skates to
enable her to see a'l of her patients with-
out walking the endless corridors. Helen
joined me for lunch at S:hrafft's where we
talked for several hours. She had the week-
end free, so we both went to LaGuardia
where we took the plane to Chicago to see
Sue. In the plane I learned that Russy was
also at Chicago. This was no surprise to me
since Sue was there, too. When we landed
in Chicago we took a cab to Sue's sumptu-
ous mansion in the suburbs.
The door was opened by the butler who
escorted us into the kitchen where Russy.
believe it or not. was preparing a succu-
lent meal. After spending several enjoyable
days with them I unpacked my pogo stick
and gaily popped off for California, there
to continue my important work.
I would never have believed that I would
be able to see again all of my classmates
who had risen to fame and happiness.
RUTH BOWKER '46.
The Class of 1946 takes great pleasure
in presenting to you tonight, our last will
and testament. We are about to leave Wil-
liamsburg High School, but before leaving
we should like to bequeath our treasures
and most precious possessions.
To the faculty as a whole we leave our
sincere thanks for having tried to teach us
in the past four years.
To Mr. Merritt we would like to leave a
pair of iron-soled shoes that he is to wear
when coming in to visit classes. With the
shoes he wears now we cannot hear him
until he has entered the room.
To Miss Dunphy we leave a special office
girl to lecture students who skip school. We
have noticed this past year that quite a few
students made frequent trips to the office.
To Mr. Foster we leave a 1946 car so he
can go farther than Northampton without
having to worry about his car breaking
To Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Thornton who
are leaving this year, we wish to express
our sincere thanks for having tried to teach
us in the past two years.
To Miss Webber we leave a personal
secretary. We heard Miss Webber is having
a little difficulty in keeping up her good
Russell Loomis leaves his frequent trips
to South Street to anyone who thinks he
can make them as often as Russell has.
Sue Crone, Helen Sylvester and Ruth
Bowker leave their seats in Speech and
English IV to anyone who can enjoy them
as much as they have.
Dick Daniels wishes to leave his horn to
anyone who can blow it better than he
has in the past years.
Bob Dana and Marshall Warner wish to
leave their places in the Lab to Frank
Collins and Freddie Oliver. They hope that
Frank and Freddie won't take this oppor-
tunity to blow up the school.
Hattie Clark leaves her place at the
Ashfield dance every Saturday night to
anyone who can get that far up in the
Shirley Hathaway wishes to leave her
high honors to Honey Harlow. Shirley
hopes that Honey will take good advantage
of these honors.
Cora Warner leaves her quiet ways to
Viola Fraser and Frieda Hurteau. Cora
thinks Viola and Frieda are a little bit too
Alice Golash leaves her seat in Room I
to Janet Hillenbrand. We hope that Janet
will use it more often than Alice has.
In testimony, therefore, we hereunto set
our hands and seal in the presence of these
witnesses and declare this to be our last
will and testament this twentieth day of
June, in the year one thousand nine hundred
BETTY K CLASH "46.
Everyone is interest in history and for
this reason I would like to give you a brief
resume of the history of the Class of '46.
In the year 1942 thirty-six Freshmen
struggled up the stairs and into Room VI.
This was to be our home room for the com-
ing year with Miss Merritt as our home-
room teacher. For the first few days we
became acquainted with our new classmates
and the faculty who were as follows: Miss
Dunphy, Miss Webber, Mr. Foster, Miss
Merritt, Miss Barrus, Miss Lawe.
Many of us had our doubts of what was
to come, but we soon settled down to a
normal routine. Just as we seemed to be
getting along fairly well someone men-
tioned Freshmen Reception. Our hearts
sank. What was going to happen ? It
seemed as if the fatal night would never
come. At last it did and we all survived
with only our dignity a bit ruffled.
We elected as class officers the following:
President, Marshall Warner; vice-president,
Clifton Smart; secretary, Cora Warner;
treasurer, Theodore Harlow; historian,
We were all very new at this stage of
the game and consequently were kept very
busy with our studies and class offices. Be-
fore we knew it it was summer vacation and
we had completed our first year of high
The following September found a more
settled class entering school. The faculty
remained the same with the exception of
Miss Barrus who was replaced by Miss
Johnson, and Miss Lawe who was replaced
by Miss McDermott.
Again we elected class officers with Mor-
ris Healy as president, Richard Daniels as
vice-president and treasurer, and Robert
Lesure as secretary; Shh'ley Hathaway was
During this year we started our cam-
paign to earn money, but we didn't really
accomplish very much. In the latter part
of the year Miss Johnson left us to take
an editorial position in Washington; Mrs.
Lula Smith took her place. Time flew by
and very soon June rolled around again. An-
other year had slipped by.
When we entered school in September,
1944, our class had diminished to 15. Our
home room was the sunny little room No.
II with Miss Webber as home-room teacher.
The faculty had again changed. Miss Mc-
Dermott had appeared with a diamond
third finger left hand and Miss Merritt had
joined the "WAVES." Mrs. Brown became
the new commercial teacher and Mrs.
Thornton the new English teacher. Again
we elected a whole new staff of officers: Ed-
ward Lezynski, president; Ruth Bowker,
vice-president; Sue Crone, secretary and
treasurer; Helen Sylvester, historian.
We all were kept busy trying to earn
money. In May we put on a Junior-Senior
Prom and came out on top. One of the main
events of the evening was electing a queen.
As the result Phyllis Rhoades became
The year soon slipped by and before we
knew it we were Seniors. This had been our
goal. How proud we were to have reached
it. We elected Edward Lezynski president;
Morris Healy vice- president; Sue Crone,
secretary and treasurer; Shirley Hatha-
During our last year we were all very
busy and full of ideas on how to earn
money. If we earned enough we could go
on a class trip. Finally by putting on card
parties and food sales we acquired the
needed amount. We would have liked to
have Edward Lezynski and Morris Healy go
along with us, but they went into the Navy.
After they left we elected Robert Dana as
president and Ruth Bowker as vice-pres.
On February 25 we started to New York
under the guidance of Mrs. Brown and
Rev. John Webster. We took in some of the
famous sites as: The Empire State Build-
ing, the Statue of Liberty, and many others.
We returned home on the 28th a tired but
very happy group.
No matter how hard you try you can't
stop time. Even before we realized it school
was ended. We all realize what a good time
we have had. I know some day each and
every one of us will look back on history
and recall these happy times.
CORA WARNER '43.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
I really don't know where to start.
To be able to write is really an art,
But I may as well go
Through the people you know.
And explain them all in short.
We started out four years ago,
In number thirty-two or three,
But through the years we've dwindled low
And are only thirteen, as you see.
There is Russy Loomis,
The curly haired boy.
He was the senior class's
Pride and joy.
Among the girls
With whom we had fun
Was Ruthie Bowker,
Second to none.
Dick Daniels, too,
Is a hard-working guy.
He worked hard at his studies.
As a dancer rated high.
Is very quiet,
But her calm wit
Has often caused a riot.
Marshall Warner and Bob Dana
Are the last of the boys,
And our contribution
Is to the Navy's joys.
And sweet Sue Crone,
Whom we think so shy,
Used just that element
To catch "Russy's" eye.
Betty Kulash is
Our beautiful "Goldilocks."
We expect a call any moment
From 20th Century Fox.
Among the elite
You will find very neat,
And really "all reet."
Then we have a girl
With a long golden curl.
A better choice you couldn't send,
Than Cora Warner for a friend.
Alice Golash is a quiet lass
Known to all as "Baby."
She should really go places,
And I don't mean maybe.
Hattie Clark is a good student;
She doesn't annoy the teachers,
But when she cracks a corny joke,
You land out in the bleachers.
We are leaving dear old Burgy now
For a world of opportunity.
Medicine, politics and law will separate
But we won't forget.
Or ever regret
When our chance comes to do or die.
Four years together at Burgy High.
BOB DANA '46.
PET DISLIKE WEAKNESS
Helen Sylvester Nurse
Robert Dana U. S. Navy
Cora Warner Success
Shirley Hathaway Success and
Marshall Warner Farming
Alice Golash Success
Russell Loomis Live happily
Hattie Clark Secretary
Richard Daniels Success
Biting finger nails
Sue Crone "From One Love to Another"
Marshall Warner "Dorothy"
"Full Moon and Empty Arms"
Russell Loomis, "My Dreams Are Getting
Better All the Time"
Miss Webber "Patience and Fortitude"
Ruth Bowker "I'm Not Having Any"
Physic Class "It's Got to be This or That"
Barbara Outhuse "Oh Johnny"
"Just a Square in the Social Circle"
Mr. Foster "Give Me the Simple Life"
"If I Had a Dozen Hearts"
Monday Mornings "Blue"
Bob Dana "Bragging"
E. Lezynski and M. Healy,
"Home Sweet Home"
Jr. Demerski, "You Won't Be Satisfied Until
You Break My Heart"
Floyd Merritt and Viola Fraser,
Dick Daniels "Oh What It Seemed to Be"
Bette Kulash "Blonde Sailor"
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Class of 1949
Fiist Row: Lily Mathers, Phyllis Cram, Mary Dodge, Lorraine Richardson, Irene
Swinington, Theresa LaCourse, Esther Loomis, Arlene Sears, Jeannette Balawin.
Second Row: Raymond Derouin, Eva LaFleur, Nancy Dunphy, Frieda Hurteau,
Third Row: Warren McAvoy, Raymond Morin, Irene Ferron, Doris Shumway, Ann
LeDuc, Ruth Merritt, Leo LaCasse, Dorrance Bates, Frank Vaillancourt.
Fourth Row: Allen Sylvester, Edward McColgan, Ronald Beattie, Roy Baldwin,
Justin Barnas, Henry Bisbee.
PRESIDENT, Warren McAvoy TREASURER, Edward McColgan
VICE PRESIDENT, Theresa LaCourse SECRETARY, Esther Loomis
HISTORIAN, Irene Ferron
PRESIDENT, Viola Fraser TREASURER, Robert Collins
VICE PRESIDENT, Laura Lloyd SECRETARY, Virginia Dodge
HISTORIAN, Shirley Shumway
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
PRESIDENT, Barbara Dymerski
VICE PRESIDENT, Betty Brooks
SECRETARY-TREASURER, Shirley Payne
HISTORIAN. Dorothy Carver
"THE DOOR TO SUCCESS IS
What is this "DOOR TO SUCCESS"?
It is not a rectangular piece of wood at-
tached to the wall by a pair of hinges,
which swings open and shut; it is a period
in our life when we are trying to obtain
something, and by getting this desire we
have passed through an imaginary door.
By doing this we are a success within
ourselves as well as a success to others.
This DOOR is always ready to be opened
by someone. For some it will open easily,
but for others there will be obstacles to
cross their paths and hinder them from
even grasping the handle. But if the person
who is struggling has the ambition and
ability to cope with these difficulties, the
DOOR will soon be open to them. This is
what is meant by "THE DOOR TO SUC-
CESS IS LABELED PUSH." All things
that we want must be worked for. The
harder the work the better the results.
This does not mean that to be a success one
must become famous or world-known.
To be satisfied within yourself is a suffi-
cient reward. Many of us will perhaps stay
in our own small towns all of our lives.
If we should become town officers and help
run the affairs of our community, we would
become successful in the eyes of our fellow
We are going into a new phase of our
lives. We will become a Success or Failure.
For many the road will be rough, but with
ready hearts to meet it and climb over the
jagged spots, many will come to the end
and find the shining surface of the Future
looming up before them. The Future may
offer more climbs, some more easily made,
and others will offer nothing but a jolt
back down where they started from.
We know that this Door is not easily
opened, but we will put all our ambition,
hopes, strength and efforts into the Push
behind it that will open it to a final glory
Cora Warner '46.
Out of the chaos, the darkened deep of
struggle, and the pain of human blood
soaking sod to a fullness of horror never
before imagined — out of this war democ-
racy has emerged free; free at the present
moment; free in the sense that it is not
dominated by a Nazi dictator. The entire
world is free from war. Some are, for the
first time, free from want, free to speak
what they think. Some are happy that they
are free to go to sleep in the evening when
amber waves of light sink into a peaceful
maze evolving a "silent" night. Yes, we
think, "Never again will the world know
the horror of life as we have learned to
know it" — but are we free from ourselves?
Are we free from ourselves? Has man
now become capable of controlling his lust,
his madness? This is what man must de-
cide before even a semblance of world peace
can be born. It is not the temporary defeat
of nation by nation, nor even the perma-
nent defeat of nation by nation that can
create an over-all, a pervading sense of
peace. Let nations conquer nations! Let
worlds subdue worlds; yet still the pre-
dominant evil of a new world, a new peace,
is man. All that pertains to man may oc-
cur only by the act of man. And thus it is
up to man as an individual, a person, to
rule the every aspect of his progenys' fare
Whether or not man acts concerning this,
is the factor upon which the beginning of
unending quiet rests. If in his mind he
thinks only of self, as he now does, the
most unique of all dreams can never be
realized. Only through his consideration of
each minute detail of life can he set up
the first milestone on this path of pro-
gression without which man will eventually
Can man be free from himself? Will he
be free from himself? Will a progress in
the fate of mankind be begun? Scientific
progress, material progress, cannot help.
This must be a progress of the mind, of
the soul of man. And so the problem re-
mains. Will we be free from ourselves?
Floyd Merritt ,47.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
After four years of war our country is
settling down to the long-awaited peace. I
think that now is the most appropriate
time to settle the Negro-White question
that has arisen ever since our country wa3
established. During the war this important
matter was rated as secondary as it might
well have been, but now we must wake up
and look at the facts. Unless we are pre-
pared to treat the Negro as an equal, we
might find ourselves involved in another
war — a racial war.
What are these facts ? Not long ago stu-
dents in a high school in New York went
on strike because Negroes were allowed to
attend the same classes as they. These
students literally refused to associate with
the Negroes and asked that they be ex-
pelled from school. In my opinion the stu-
dents on strike should have been the ones
to be expelled. However, the officials of the
school demanded that the students resume
their studies and things quieted down. This
matter is not settled and may at the slight-
est provocation rise up again.
Anoher important factor is the question
cf lace riots. Detroit is the best-known
city for these disturbances, but lately there
have bsen several in Tennessee which have
warranted a house-to-house search for gjns
and knives. Many times small insignificant
facts start these riots and they end in
Anti-Negroes state that if we loosen up
the hold with which we lower the morals
of the Negroes, they will rise up and rule
us. This is a very selfish idea which could
only originate in a weak mind. When a per-
son is freed, he very seldom attacks his
liberator. Even animals knaw what a good
turn looks like, and very often return it.
The Negroes must be given an equal
chance for freedom. Everyone knows that
old saying. "God created men equal." but
how many live up to it ?
Doris Graves '47.
Identification page 39
WILLlAMSBl'riG HIGH SCHOOL
THE EMPEROR'S PICTURE FRAME
The ketch Torantula was sailing south-
ward through the West Indies one niDon-
light summer night. She was bound for
San Salvador. Brazil, and not far astern lay
the bright lights of San Juan from which
she had sailed a few hours before.
"the looks quite different from the last
time. Right, Sam?"
The statement and q-estian was directed
by John Baxter, one of five men who had
pooled their money and resources to buy
the Torantula and outfit her. He spoke to a
tall man standing at the wheel.
Around him sat three other men, namely
"Congo" Edwards, owner of the ship's
launch. Hank Rider, owner of the ship's
powerful short wave radio, and "Frenchi"
"Yes, but that was five years ago and
the war and brownout were still on."
Suddenly "Congo" looked up from the
electric starter motor he was overhauling
and asked the question that for three years
he had been trying to get an answer to.
"Just what happened on that trip? Every-
body else aboard knows but me."
John looked at the other men and seeing
them all nod he lighted his pipe and began.
It really started in the fall of '43 when
the Navy decided that something should be
done about the Japanese junks that were
sailing on the China Sea and bringing rice
and other much-needed foodstuffs to Japan.
Though these junks and their cargo were
not worth the trouble and cost either to
torpedo or surface and shell them, still they
were bringing food into Japan without
which many people would starve. Then
someone got the idea of designing a special
sub that would be able to ram these junks.
Then, while grappling hooks held the two
boats together, a special boarding party
would go on board and pick up anything
that might be useful and could easily be
brought aboard the sub. Also they would
force those of the crew still alive to leave
the ship in their lifeboats so that when the
sub pulled off they would have no chance to
close the seacocks and patch the hole left
by the sub. They were also to take the
junk's captain aboard the sub and hold him
until they could meet a long-range i'.ying
boat which would take him to the nearest
Ihe first junk attacked in this way was
called the Mitsuy-Marce and was owned by
her captain, a Jap by the ram? of Mitsuy
as we learned from her log. Sam was a
member of the boarding party and just
before he left the captain's cabin on the
junk he no'.iced a velvet bag lying in the
ship's safe. He picked it up and discovered
that all it contained was a picture frame.
He was going to throw it away when he
noticed what semed to be a small golden
flower in the center of the vpper edge of
the frame. Then it dawned on him that
that little flower was the Imperial Chry-
santhemum and its presence on the frame
could only mean that this frame was meant
to hold a picture of the Emperor. This was
the reason that it was encased in velvet and
kept in the ship's safe. Taking the frame
he went aboard the sub and she backed off
leaving the sea rushing into the big hole
left by the sub.
A year later when he was transferred to
the Torantula, then owned by the Navy and
used for special duty, he still had that
Since I had owned a ketch before I joined
the Navy I was put in command of the
Torantula. For a crew I had Sam, Hank
and five other sailors. Now the Navy wanted
to look over the coast of South America
to see if there were any more good places
where we might build bases and also where
German subs might stop and refuel. It was
this mission that sent us sailing along the
coast of French Guiana after having fol-
lowed almost the same course that we
are following now from New York.
One night about twelve a tropical hurri-
cane was suddenly upon us, and before we
could lower the mainsail an unusually
strong, fast gust of wind snapped the main
mast. We weathered the rest of the storm
and then put in at the nearest port, Cay-
enne, the capital of French Guiana. Here
we tried to find a new mast but were in-
formed by the owner of the only ship-out-
fitting store there that it would take at
least two weeks to get a new mast and then
another week to have it installed. I told the
crew that after they had removed the old
mast stump and repaired the rigging so
that when the new mast arrived the ship
would be all ready to receive it, they could
go ashore for the rest of the two weeks
providing they would let me know where
they were. Two days after the crew went
ashore I invited the owner of the store to
come aboard the next night for dinner. He
accepted my invitation and when he en-
tered my cabin the first thing he saw was
that picture frame hanging on the wall
where it had been placed for a good-luck
piece. He started to bow and then checked
himself as he felt me looking at him. He
ate in a great rush and then went back to
his house because he said he expected word
about the mast. About nine o'clock he came
over again and said that they had run
across a perfect mahogany mast about fifty
miles up the coast, and since there were
men there who could install it he suggested
that he could lend me enough men to sail
the Torantula up there, since she had two
powerful Diesels as auxiliary power. I
radioed my crew where I was going and told
them to meet me there as soon as they
could. Then about twelve o'clock three men
came aboard and we started. These men
were led by Frenchi and said that the other
four men would join us about five miles
up the coast. Frenchi said he could sail the
boat all right and that I could get some
sleep, and so I went below. About an hour
later I was awakened by my cabin lights
being turned on and saw Frenchi standing
in the doorway with a sub-machine gun in
his hands. His sleeves were rolled up and
on his left arm was a tatoo mark showing
that he had escaped from the French penal
colony, Devil's Island. He informed me that
the Torantula was now the property of the
Imperial Japanese Navy and that the seven
men above deck were pure Japanese from
a race of white Japs on one of the north-
ernmost of the Japanese islands. I was
then tied to my bunk until we arrived at the
harbor where the mast awaited us. Here
the new mast was expertly installed under
Frenchi's direction. When it had been in-
stalled Frenchi took me over to the mast
and pointed to a small mark burned on it
near the deck. It was the same as the work
on the picture frame. Frenchi explained
that Mitisudi (the ship outfitter's real
name) was the only living member of the
Mitsuy family and he planned to take me
and the rest of the crew up one of the
small rivers and feed us to the fish. About
this time the crew arrived and were
promptly put under guard. The next day
Mitisudi arrived and we were put on board
the Torantula's launch. We started up the
river on what we thought to be a one-way
trip. When we were about four miles up
the river he pulled up to the bank and shot
a chimpanzee which he tossed into the river.
In a matter of seconds hundreds of small
fish were swimming around it and tearing
the flesh off its bones. In a few minutes
the bones were stripped clean and they
drifted from sight. Then Mitisudi turned
and pointed to one of my crew. Immediately
two of his guards stepped behind him and
backed up Mitisudi's invitation to go swim-
ming. Suddenly Frenchi turned on the near-
est of the Jap guards and started shooting.
In quick succession the three guards went
down. As Frenchi started shooting, Miti-
sudi reached for his pistol but found that
Frenchi had already "lifted" it. Frenchi
turned on Mitisudi and forced him into the
water. With a scream he went under to
find out what happened to the chimpanzee.
"But why," asked "Congo," "did Frenchi
turn on Mitisudi and his gang and why was
he allowed to become a member of the
Torantula especially since he had escaped
from Devil's Island?"
"You see, 'Congo,' " replied John, "Frenchi
was sent to Devils Island because he was
framed on a murder charge by some politi-
cal enemies in France and Mitisudi had
forced him to work for him because he told
him that if he didn't the Germans would
kill his family. But a little while before we
were captured Frenchi learned through
some letter's of Mitisudi's that his whole
home town had been destroyed by the Ger-
W I L L I A M S B U R G HIGH SCHOOL
mans in the early part of the war.
But to get back to the story. We headed
the launch down stream and soon came
into the harbor. Besides the five-inch rifle
on the forward deck of the Torantula, the
Navy had also mounted a heavy machine
gun on the launch. When we reached the
mouth of the river we raced for the Toran-
tula while the machine gun answered the
shore guns. When the Torantula was
reached the deck gun was manned and
while we sailed out of the harbor it sank
what boats were in the harbor besides giv-
ing the Jap buildings a going over. Later
we radioed the French authorities and they
captured the Japs that had not escaped.
During the fight three of the navy men
were killed and five of the men on board
were injured. Joseph Myrtel '48.
SOME PEOPLE ARE PESTS!
Babs White was walking home from
school with her girl friend, Penny. Right
now Penny was slinging the latest dirt,
such as, "Did you hear about Lou and
Barton splitting up?" or "Sue is going with
Joe now. He's the fifth one this week."
Babs liked Penny. She was so understand-
ing sometimes, but occasionally she pro-
voked Babs, like today. Well, anyway,
when the two had reached the White's
pleasant-looking home, Babs left Penny to
continue on her merry way. Babs bounded
up the steps and slammed the door behind
her. Mrs. White's voice echoed from the
stairs, "For heaven's sage, Babs! Please
close the door quietly." Sometimes mothers
were definitely gruesome.
But Babs couldn't be bothered making any
reply. She had to get ready. She had a date
with Ken Baxter (hubba, hubba), her
O. A. O. They were going to see Cornel
Wilde in "A Thousand and One Nights."
Mom came down in a few minutes to get
supper and Babs rushed for the bathroom
only to find her kid brother, Raymond,
sailing his boats in the bathtub. "Tumble,
tumble weed," Babs explained.
"Why?" inquired Raymond, "Have you
got a date with that swoon goon again?"
"Yes," returned Babs icily. So with much
maneuvering she managed to get Raymond
out of the bathroom and she got in.
By the time supper was ready she had
had her bath, done her nails and her
clothes were lying on her bed ready to be
slipped into. At the table Raymond re-
marked that Ken was a trickle (drip).
"Mother!" Babs retorted, "Is this drip
necessary ? "
"Raymond!" mother said, "please stop
plaguing your sister."
"Oh, all right. But I still think he's a
As soon as supper was finished she went
up to her room. She was doing her hair
when Raymond appeared in the doorway.
"Hello, sucker. Busy?"
"Raymond White, you get out of here,"
and Babs rushed for the door, but Ray-
mond was already half way down the stairs.
Babs was ready, all but putting on her
coat when the doorbell rang. Raymond
went and opened the door for Ken. Then
he came to the bottom of the stairs and
called, "Babs, that guy is here." Babs waa
practically boiling over as she came slowly
down the stairs. As she came into the room
Ken rose and came toward her. "Hello,
cupcake." Ken said. Taking her arm he
led her to the front door. As they stepped
out into the clear air all the afternoon's
happenings drifted from her mind, and she
thought only of the coming evening and
Ken. Shirley Nichols '48.
A WALK IN THE WOODS
Through paths of laurel full in bloom
We strolled along together.
And soon we passed some ladies' slipper
All as small as ever.
Then up a hill and round a bend,
Ferns were growing there;
Soon we smelled the wild rose;
We gathered some with care.
And so we strolled along the paths
Where trees and flowers blended;
Birds sang in nearby tri .
But now our walk is ended.
By Doris Shumway '49.
Who can quell a soul so composed
of hottest fire and iron will?
Who shall say to him
"You are conquered?"
Who can quench his heart's desire
which flames so like to Hell's own fire?
Who shall say to him
"You are my slave?"
For he is slave to no man
who will fight for liberty.
Who will stand with mighty blade
across the path of tyranny?
Who will defy his blazing eyes
and fleet ambition?
Who shall say to him
"You are afraid?"
Who will say these mocking words
to him who dreads no earthly man,
nor pain, nor death, nor flowing blood;
who thrives of peril and clang of arms.
He who fears but fear itself.
By Bob Dana '46.
The sun sinks slowly behind the hills,
The birds sail over the neighboring rills;
The forest grows shady in the afternoon
From the shade of the forest some rab-
Night now is creeping over the hills,
Gone are the birds from the neighboring
From the near-by meadows the whip-poor-
The sound on the landscape softly falls.
A gentle breeze sweeps over the lea,
Stopping to rustle the leaves of a tree,
Rocking some baby birds in their nest,
Then passing onward toward the west.
When we see these things so beautifully
The forest, the breeze, the setting sun,
We know as we turn away to rest,
Nature's work has been done the best.
Marilyn Williams '48.
HOLD ON, NO SORROW
Wait 'till the day that they come home,
That was the cry from sod to foam,
Not today, not tomorrow,
But some day soon,
Hold on, no sorrow.
Ah, yes, the day has come!
The joy leaves one cold and numb,
But can you see?
My darling boy,
Where can he be?
With heads held high,
Ihey all pass by,
And yet no sight;
Won't I see
My love tonight?
Wait 'till the day that they come home,
That was the cry from sod to foam,
Not today, not tomorrow,
But some day soon,
Hold on, no sorrow.
By Ruth Bowker '46.
It was raining when we landed in Oran,
Africa. The weather was disagreeable and
we were the same. Coming over, the ocean
had been very rough. A few had not sur-
After a few weeks we became adjusted
somewhat to the people and climate.
Most of the people I saw were Arabs, a
bold, dirty class. They would often come
to the edge of the camp and stand, or sit,
all day, just watching whatever of interest
was going on. They would steal if a chance
presented itself. One day a soldier gave
an Arab an old pair of shorts. The Arab,
having never seen anthing like that before,
tore them in half and then tied them
around his waist like a sash.
In this section there was no such thing
as sanitation. The houses were of one
story, stone construction, with one door,
used by the livestock as well as the family.
On one side of the house the stock, such as
a pig, horse and maybe a couple of cows
with chickens would be kept. The family
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
would live on the other side. One day one of
the boys in the outfit bought a chicken
from an Arab. He kept it tied with a shoe-
string to a tent peg, hoping to fatten it up
with a diet of hard tack and thus have a
good chicken dinner. The intelligent chicken
laid an egg one day and so prolonged its
life as fresh eggs were scarce. I never
found out what fina'.ly happened to it.
One of the best features of the country
consisted of the beautiful moonlit nights
when the sky was illuminated as if it were
After seven months in Africa we moved
to Italy. It took us three days to get to
Italy in an L. C. I. boat. When we landed
some of us were ordered to do one thing
and in a few minutes another fellow would
order us to do just the opposite. There was
complete confusion. After a time an agree-
ment was reached. We then marched five
mi!es to the place where we pitched our
tents. We were located in an orchard where
peach and apple trees were growing and
nearby there was a large dairy farm. Later
we found out that the farm had belonged
to Mussolini's son-in-law, Count Ciano. The
place was a huge modern dairy farm in
the forgotten land. Outside of orchards,
trees were very scarce, being planted only
along highways and in small forest areas.
Very little lumber is used for buildings,
most houses being constructed of stone and
cement. The people are expert at this sort
of work. Most houses were very modern in
design. The only bad feature of Italy was
the mosquitoes, and they were so big and
thick they would walk off with your mess
kit, supper and all, before you could eat it.
Wild flowers were abundant and of every
color. There were large fields of clover
different from what we know in America.
The blossom is a long spike of crimson red
instead of round rose-colored blooms of
the variety we know. I once saw a peasant
mowing in a clover field with a queer-looking
scythe. It was a crude implement, the blade
six inches wide at the heel and the handle
consisting of two long sticks wired to-
gether. The family cow was used for plow-
ing or any other work for which we ordi-
narily use a horse. Their horses were used
mainly as saddle horses.
While in Italy I met a friend from
Florence, Massachusetts, who 1 had not
seen since leaving the United States. We
were together for eight months. When we
had an opportunity we went for long walks
in the country. We often bought fresh
vegetables for which we paid very high
prices. They charge thirty-five lire (about
35c) for a tomato and twenty lire for a
cucumber. Once we paid one dollar for six
eggs. Ice cream also was a rare treat. One
time our cadre got thirty gallons. About
forty men put finishing touches on it and
had chills and stomach aches all night.
Another time a friend and I went to a
Red Cross center where ice cream was
being served. After going through the lines
five times we became ashamed and de-
cided to quit.
There was an old Italian theatre in a
nearby town, and sometimes Ralph and I
would go there and see some of the latest
While in Italy I sent home many souve-
nirs. I went to a castle in Caserta and from
there I sent a coral brooch and earrings.
From Naples I sent a cameo and from
Pompeii a beautiful blue bedspread.
A group of us went to Mt. Vesuvius when
it was at its peak of eruption. We also
viewed the Isle of Capri.
One day I went with a group of fellows
who visited Rome, on a pass. We hired a
guide and saw some of the main sights
around the city, and through Vatican City.
Words cannot possibly describe the beauty
of Vatican City; such paintings and sculp-
tm - e as I never had dreamed could exist.
It left me spellbound. To think that people
have paid thousands of dollars to see this
place, and all it cost me was fifty lire for
my share of the guide's pay. From there I
sent home a book of paintings and sculp-
ture. I went through St. Peter's Cathedral
just half an hour too soon to see the Pope.
This trip was one of the most wonderful
experiences in my life. It also included a
tour through the Catacombs, a rather weird
place to say the least.
Rome was quite a beautiful city. The
women were very good-looking. The people
were extremely well-dressed and I saw
Fords, Packards, Chevys and many other
American-made cars. To look at the city in
general you would never have guessed there
was a war. You could buy almost anything
if you had enough money.
We next moved up to France which was
more like home. France has rolling country-
sides and high mountain ranges like the
White Mountains. The trees and vegetation
were much like home. There were beautiful
flower gardens. The first camp we made in
this country was on the banks of a river.
Some Indian fellows went into the stream
and caught some beautiful rainbow trout
with their bare hands. Two or three of the
fish were fourteen inches long and that is
no fish story.
The people of France were nothing like
those of North Africa. They were much
neater and more friendly.
Germany was extremely beautiful in
parts. Our headquarters were at a big air
base, at the time of the surrender of the
forces, May 8th.
The most beautiful place of all, I thought,
.vas Belgium. It was really indescribable.
The people were nice and I came to know
one family very well. Two sisters had been
prisoners of the Germans, but in spite of
everything they still had faith in the fu-
Leaving France for home I thought of
the wealth and knowledge I had gained
from passing even a short time in these
countries. I knew the world was far from
boring to one who could see it in all its
Viola Fraser '47.
The glorious sun shone on the dust-packed
The air with pure fragrance was filled;
The light, bustling meadows swayed back-
ward and fro
As birds their sweet melodies trilled.
And down this long road trudged a weary
His back bent with the troubles on earth
His gray bearded face enclosed in the light
Of simplicity, wisdom, and worth.
He had passed down this way since the
birth of time,
He had watched as the ages grew.
With a smile on his face and warmth in
He had shown the way for you.
He had lived with the man who had fought
for the right,
Who had won through love, not hate;
Who had stretched out his hand to all
And received every one as a mate.
He'd encouraged those who were pensive
He'd mingled with those who were gay;
He'd enriched those who were poor in heart
And had taken their worries away.
The road was now higher and the steps far
The songs of the birds grew faint;
Before him stood the great marble gates
Which were guarded by Peter, the Saint.
The gates were now open and from them
Voices singing devotion and laud.
He turned with a smile on the work he
And the little old man saw God.
By Shirley Hathaway '46.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First Row: Sue Crone, Russell Loomis, Cora Warner, Floyd Merritt. Ruth Bowker.
Second Row: Viola Fraser, Doris Graves, Helen Sylvester, Robert Dana.
In the latter part of the first semester
the editors of the Tattler were elected and
given various duties, which would corre-
spond with their various jobs. Under the
supervision of Mrs. Thornton we have gath-
ered all the important events of the past
year and put them into this book.
We have all worked hard to make this
year's edition a success and because we all
had a real purpose for doing these things
all of us have enjoyed our work.
First Row: Eleanor Barron, Barbara Dymerski, Robert Smart, Russell Loomis, Floyd
Merritt, Robert Dana, Theodora Harlow, Betty Brooks.
Second Row: Dorothy Carver, Shirley Payne, Palma Ingellis, Mae Sanderson, Geor-
gene Harry, Hattie Clark.
Third Row: Allen Sylvester, Shirley Hathaway, Faculty Advisor Mrs. Brown, Eliza-
beth Kulash, Alice Golash.
Fourth Row: Robert Smith, Russell Warner, Richard Daniels, Frank Collins, Dor-
-Editor-in-Chief— Floyd Merritt.
Business Manager — Richard Daniels.
Artist — Robert Smart.
Sports Editor — Robert Dana.
Feature Editor — Theodora Harlow.
Campus Capers — Robert Dana.
Exchange Editor — Laura Lloyd.
Alumni Editor — Elizabeth Brooks.
Circulation Manager — Russell Loomis.
Faculty Adviser — Mrs. Brown.
Starting out with an interested and hard-
working staff and Mrs. Brown, as faculty
adviser, We have been able to publish eight
editions of the Review this year. We have
changed much of the working order and
*Prize for the person who contributed
most to the success of the Review.
introduced a number of new features from
time to time.
The students' literary material and all
the school news have dominated the major
portion of the paper; among the features
have been Campus Capers, Movie Reviews,
Interviews, Fashions, Sports, Alumni and
Pictures which we developed ourselves.
There have also been thorough discussions
of many questions the students seemed to
know little about. Our exchange and cir-
culation departments have been especially
Through the feeling of satisfaction
through work well done we who have en-
joyed our work this year hope that next
year's Review Staff may continue where
we leave off and have the enjoyment from
it that we had.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First Row: Marilyn Williams, Ruth Bowker, Miss Webber, Robert Dana, Floyd Merritt.
Second Row: Viola Fraser, Barbara Outhuse, Doris Graves, Shirley Nichols, Ruth
Wells and Warren McAvoy.
In the past year the members of the
Forensic League have been most successful.
Under the excellent guidance of Miss Web-
ber they won the Connecticut Valley
League debating championship. The plaque
3 South Hadley
was presented to Miss Webber at the Junior
Model Congress in Northampton by Donald
Marshall, president of the Connecticut
Valley League. The results of the year's
2 Westneld 1
1 South Hadley
2 Hopkins 1
2 Amherst 1
The Forensic League debaters consisted
of the affirmative team, Ruth Bowker and
Robert Dana, and the negative team, Mari-
lyn Williams and Floyd Merritt, who at-
tended the state contest at Shrewsbury.
Several members also gave declamations at
the state contest.
The members of the Forensic League
represented their high school at the North-
ampton Junior Model Congress, another
Congress at A. I. C. and at a Panel Dis-
cussion on recreation held at Massachusetts
State. Miss Webber has done a superb job
in coaching her debaters into a champion-
First Row: Sue Crone, Helen Sylvester, Shirley Hathaway.
Second Row: Dorothy Carver, Barbara Dymerski, Floyd Merritt, Georgene Harry
and Doris Graves.
Cur Williamsburg High School Pro
Merito Society consists this year of eight
members, five juniors and three seniors,
whose names appear above. Those who are
seniors will give orations at graduation.
In May, six of us attended the State Pro
Merito Convention held at Northampton.
Hei^e we were divided into sections which
elected officers for next year's convention.
Marilyn Williams, a sophomore, was elected
State Junior Pro Merito Secretary. In the
afternoon we heard various speakers and
were audience to an illustrated movie on
It is an interesting fact that twenty-five
per cent of the two classes are Pro Merito
students, a relatively high percentage.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First Row: Robert Smart, Allen Sylvester, Marshall Warner, Edward McColgan.
Second Row: Manager Roger LaCourse, Robert Smith. Coach Edward Foster, R.ssell
Warner, Scorekeeper Ronald Beattie.
During the years '43, '44 and '45, the
war brought bad news for the "Burgy
High sports program, for it was almost
impossible to get a coach for basketball.
In '43 and '44 we played as an inde-
pendent team and did very well. The next
year we were unable to play as an inde-
pendent team due to gasoline rationing. We
also had lost a large number of our team.
When '45 and '46 came along, we managed
to start anew with Leo Dymerski as coach.
There were only three fellows who had had
three years of experience behind them.
These were Lezynsky. Healy and M. War-
ner. This year the Basketball League con-
sisted of the following schools: Sanderson
Academy, Huntington, Charlemont and
We started the year off by playing
Chester and we lost, 11 to 39. This did not
lower the spirits of the team at all. The
cheer leaders, who were T. Harlow. B. Ku-
lash, J. Hillenbrand and R. Nye, and the
students helped keep the spirits of the team
When January 10 came around we lost
Leo Dymerski as our coach, and Mr. Foster,
who has coached the school teams several
other times in years past, took over the
job of finishing the basketball season for
the year as coach. We also lost two play-
ers, Healy and Lezynski. who joined the
This year the team is losing two mem-
bers, Bob Dana, who has played for two
years, and Marshal! Warner, who has
played for four years. The remaining mem-
bers of the team have now had a year or
more of experience, and the members of
the 'Burgy High School are sure that these
fellows will make a great team in the years
to come. Continued on next page
Theodora Harlow, Elizabeth Kulash, Janet Hillenbrand, Rowena Nye.
The team went through the season by
winning only two games out of twelve. This
is not surprising, for although the boys
were trying their best, they were green,
and it takes a great deal of time to work
out plays and get whipped into condition.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First Row: Raymond Morin, Miss Healy.
Second Row: John Maggs, Floyd Merritt.
Third Row: Richard Daniels, Warren McAvoy, Roy Baldwin.
Continuing in its third consecutive year
the orchestra, under the direction of Miss
Healy, our music supervisor, has been a
source of enjoyment both to its audiences
and to the players. Since many of our most
talented musicians were lost through gradu-
ation last spring we found a rather small
group left in September. Several boys from
the high school and the eighth grade have
joined the group during the year, how-
ever, and although a few left, our number
has remained satisfactory.
Practises have been held for a 40-minute
period twice a week throughout the year.
The orchestra has also played at several
(own affairs, including Women's Club,
Grammar School, Christmas operetta,
rchool assemblies, and graduation. At this
time we would like to thank the faculty and
Superintendent Merritt for their interest in
our organization throughout the year.
Those of us who have played in the or-
chestra have enjoyed it thoroughly and sin-
cerely hope that it will continue in the
years that lie ahead. Our one desire is that
anyone, boy or girl, who plays an instru-
ment of any kind will join this organization
and so, through larger numbers and better
practises, improve on the work which we
who pioneer have accomplished.
President— D. Clary Snow, '29.
Vice-President — Shirley Meisse, '40.
Treasurer — Eleanor Ballway, '35.
Secretary — Jean Hemenway, '40.
Executive Committee — Evelyn Kmit, Roy
Leonard, Helen Watling.
CLASS OF '45
Elizabeth Mary Batura — Pro-phy-lac-tic
Brush Co., Florence, Mass.
Ruth Eunice Bean — Cooley-Dickinson
Hospital, Northampton, Mass.
Mary Louise Bisbee — Oberlin College,
Neil Fairfield Damon — U. S. Navy, sta-
tioned at Boston.
Lorraine Elizabeth Jones — Post-Graduate,
W. H. S., Williamsburg, Mass.
Ruth Alice LaCasse — Grant Company,
Rita Jeanette Lupien — Becker Junior
College, Worcester, Mass.
Ruth Eleanor Mollison — Commercial Col-
lege, Northampton, Mass.
Louise Beatrice Newell — Cooley-Dickin-
son Hospital, Northampton, Mass.
Barry Jay Purrington — Williston Acad-
emy, Easthampton, Mass.
Phyllis Rita Rhoades — Grant Company,
Eva Jane Sanderson — Becker Junior Col-
lege, Worcester, Mass.
Antionette Lucille Stevens — Resides at
West Concord, Mass.
Clifford Malcolm Thayer — Coast Guard,
stationed at Baltimore, Md.
Edward Dolan, '18; Alfred Dimes, '13.
Fred Allen, '41 — Daughter.
Rita LaCourse Corbett, '40 — Daughter.
Doris Dymerski Szarkowski, '42 — Son.
George Judd, '33 — Daughter.
Donald Otis, '39— Daughter.
Antoinette Lucille Stevens, '45 — Daugh-
Florence Packard Eldred, '40 — Son.
Edith Packard Stowe, '39— Son.
Lucius Merritt, Jr., '41 — Daughter.
Peter Snow, '31 — Daughter.
Charles M. Damon, Jr., '32— Son.
Marion Warner, '44, to Frank Montague,
Arlene Sabo, '43, to Richard Harry, Go-
Neil Damon, '45, to Donna Hobbs, '44,
Clifford Thayer, '45, to Inez Chapman,
Lottie Algustoski, '37, to Carl Sylvester,
Florence Packard, '40, to Steven Eldred,
Clarice Graves, '44, to Leo Dymerski, '41,
Ruth Munson, '44, to Robert McKinney,
Ruth Carver, '44, to Edward Maxwell,
San Diego, Cal.
Bette Lou Harlow, '43, to Eugene Syl-
Roberta Clark, '44, to Leroy Maxfield,
Audrey Jones, '42, to Mason Marvel,
Donald Campbell, '42, to Dorothy Pringle,
Helen Batura, '39, to John Yeskie, North-
Barbara Bisbee, '29, to Raymond Swanda,
Lillian Blanchard, '37, to Edward Breen,
Anne Lloyd, '40, to James O'Brien, Nut-
ley, New Jersey.
Constance Granger, '41, to Gurdon Ar-
Marcia Ingellis, '40, to Antonni Calabrate,
Phyllis West, '39, to Edwin Webb, To-
Marion Culver, '43, to William C. Atkins,
Eloise Bartlett — Bates College.
Geneva Graves — Colby Jr. College.
Marion Sylvester — Commercial College.
Martha Deane — Commercial College.
Clarice Graves — Commercial College.
Phyllis Granger — Commercial College.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
A distinguished gentleman came to Aber-
crombie and Fitch's in New York and asked
to see shotguns. The clerk, sizing him up
as a man of means, showed him a fine
English model priced at $450.
"A splendid gun," the man said, "but a
The clerk brought out a Belgian model
priced at $275.
"Still a little expensive," observed the
A bit discouraged, the clerk said: "Well,
here is a Winchester mass-production model
The gentleman brightened. "That will do
nicely. After all, it's only a small wedding."
Bobby-soxer on the telephone: "I'd love
to go, but I feel I should help my father
with my homework."
A Detroit school teacher was given a
ticket for driving through a stop light. On
the following Monday, she was to appear
in court. She went at once to the judge and
explained that she had to teach next Mon-
day and asked for immediate disposal of her
"So you're a school teacher," said the
judge. "Madam, your presence here fulfills
a long-standing ambition of mine. You sit
right down at that table and write, 'I went
through a stop sign' 500 times."
1 Sue Crone
2 Hattie Clark
3 Bettie Kulash
4 Shirley Hathaway
5 Helen Sylvester
6 Bob Dana
7 Russell Loomis
8 Helen Sylvester
9 Ruth Bowker
10 Marshall Warner
10 Cora Warner
11 Cora Warner
FUEL & ICE CO.
Coal — Mobilheat — Ice
KING'S PAINT & PAPER STORE
157 Main St. Northampton
A Good Place to Eat
Ice Cream and Beverages
Berkshire Trail A. T. Beebe, Prop.
Meats — Groceries
Telephone 223 Haydenville
Westinghouse & Norge Refrig.
Oil Burners & Service
14 Center St.
PACKARD'S SODA SHOPPE
School Supplies, Magazines, Greeting Cards
Opposite Town Hall
Our Oown Ice Cream Fountain and Booth Service
C. F. JENKINS
Stationery — Greeting Cards — Medicines
Herbs and Annuals
C. K. Hathaway
Rock Garden and Border
Ice Cream, Candy, Cigars
Village Hill Nursery
The Clary Farm
Our Maple Syrup
C. 0. Carlson
For Farm and Village Property
Consult Silas Snow
Telephone 3563 Williamsburg
All Kinds of Rough and
Colonial Esso Garage
Pure Maple Syrup
Fancy Cake Sugar
Gas — Oil — Accessories
And Soft Sugar
Route 9 Berkshire Trail
Telephone 4633 Williamsburg R.F.D.
The Class of '41
GRANT PAPER PRODUCTS, INC.
H. D. Stanton
West Chesterfield, Mass.
R. F. Taylor
Tel. Williamsburg 4981 Goshen
Wm. Baker & Son
Service — Courtesy — Satisfaction
Telephone 2341 Chesterfield
FRED G. DEWEY
Hard and Soft Wood and Slabs
Tel. 4517 Mt. St. Haydenville
W. E. KELLOGG AND SON
Dairy and Poultry Products
Tel. 3631 Williamsburg
J. W. BIRD CO.
HARRY J. FIELD
H. S. GOODWIN, Prop.
Plumbing & Machine Shop
Bird's Ice Cream Confectionery
William J. Sheehan
BALTZER TREE SERVICE
Complete Tree Service and Landscaping
215 King St. Tel. 44-W— 44-R Northampton
The Class of '49
Plainfield to Northampton
Bryant's Radio & Electrical Shop
Sales and Service
A. J. Polmatier
Plumbing and Heating
Second Hand Furniture and Stoves
Tel. 3271 Williamsburg
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15a N. Maple St., Florence, Mass.
Expert Automobile Repairing
Body and Fender Work
Welding and Brazing
For the Repair Bill with the Pleasant Surprise — See Us
E. E. Jilkons Tel. 3380-M
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63 Main St. Florence
63 Main St. Florence
Gagnon's Sporting Goods Store
Everything you wear,
We clean with care —
139 Main St. Florence, Mass.
Complete line of hunting and
Tels. 272, 700-M, 1107
Stores in Easthampton, Northampton,
Also general line of sports
Plant in Florence
TREMBLAY DRUG CO.
THE REXALL STORE
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PAINTER & DECORATOR
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Products of Vermont
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239 Main Street
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For Men and Boys
JONES The Florist
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90 Maple St. Florence
Telephone 4331-4332 Haydenville
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GAGNON & FORSANDER
J. R. MANSFIELD & SON
Depot Avenue Telephone 819
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ATLANTIC GASOLINE & OILS
DEERFIELD VALLEY POULTRY FARM
FRANK and ALBERT CRONE
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The Class of '47
The Class of '48
10 Center St. Northampton
Northampton's Only Complete
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MATTRESSES and TOYS
Graduation and Wedding Gifts
179 Main Northampton
Bill Folds Toilet Kits
18 Center Street Telephone 155-W
BREGUET'S SERVICE STATION
j. f. McAllister
Gasoline Motor Oil
Tires, Batteries and Accessories
ROUTE 9 HAYDENVILLE
MacDONALD'S SHOE SHOP
185 Main Street
The HAYDENVILLE COMPANY
WOOD AND STRAND
233 Main St.
Bags — Scarfs — Jewelry
The Class of '49
183 Main St.
ERIC STAHLBERG, M. P.
NORTHAMPTON STREET RAILWAY COMPANY
MOTOR COACH SERVICE
EDWARD A. PELLISSIER,
Vice-Pres. and Gen. Mgr.
The Calvin Ice Cream Co.
Victory Pontiac Motor Co.
Beaver Brook Poultry Farm
The Tower Farm
Holland's Service Station
Opp. Veterans' Hospital
Kitchen Cabinets a Specialty
Leeds, Mass. Tel. 3391
Geo. Rolland, Prop.
Service With a Smile
81 Main St. Haydenville
W. T. Sheckler
149 Main Street
Whalen's Service Station
Chrysler and Plymouth Autos
HICKEY'S SODA SHOPPE
LaSALLE'S ICE CREAM
Try Our Toasted Sandwiches
CECIL C. LOOMIS AND SONS
Cement, Sand & Gravel
Cinder and Asphalt Driveways
W. H. PATTERSON
Plumbing and Heating
Master Kraft Oil Burners
Get Our Prices on Anything You Need
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34 CENTER STREET, NORTHAMPTON
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John C. Strubbe
Complete Motor Analysis
and Tune Up
LATEST MODEL USED CARS
Body & Fender Work
Duco & Dulux Refinishing
139 King St.
Northampton Buick Co.
MANHAN POTATO CHIP CO.
Norma Lee Candies
92 King St.
WRECKED - CARS - MADE - NEW
Carpenter's Body Shop
General Fender and Body Repairs
51 King St.
NEWELL FUNERAL HOME
R. D. NEWELL & SON
74 King St.
Mrs. Clayton Rhoades
R. F. Burke
Rhode Island Reds
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R. A. MacLEOD NURSERY
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Old Goshen Road
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